From Happy Valley - Released 10/8/13

Lyrics:

There's no need to justify or categorize each others company
There's no need to justify or categorize each others company

On the Veranda 
Sitting on the handrail
Brushing up against him
Brutus on a grand scale
I know he is your best friend but I've been thinking bout him all the time.

On the Veranda 
Up in La Crescenta
I brought the black birds
And an agenda
You brought your young love
You brought your young love
I know he is your best friend but we've been hanging out all the time.

If you just tell me what I gotta do
To get next to him 
'Stead of next of you
What's a girl gonna do?

If we were swimming in the ocean
And a big great white came and 
snuck up from behind
I know this is a shark attack
I've been thinking bout it all the time

If you just tell me what I gotta do
To get next to him 
And away from you
If you just tell me what I gotta do
To get next to him 
'Stead of next of you
What's a girl gonna do?

There's no need to justify or categorize each others company
There's no need to justify or categorize each others company
There's no need 

Happy Valley

Veranda

Remix by Charles Spearin of Do Make Say Think

Hey Mami (Charles Spearin of Do Make Say Think Remix)

Lighght

Kishi Bashi - Hahaha Pt. 1

Beirut - East Harlem

Written, recorded and produced by Lupa J
Mixed by Tim Whitten
Mastered by William Bowden

Lyrics:

She is a girl who sees
More than her eyes can hold
In daring tones she speaks
With words heavier than gold

He is a boy she now needs
To carry her every step further
He is the only book she reads
He is where she finds her words

She hangs from his arms
Entangled in his gaze
He gives her kisses and warmth
Thaws her frozen veins

And I'm still waiting for her
I'm still waiting for her to come
But I'm not sure she can breathe
I'm not so sure she can breathe with him

Still and silent as stone
She now stands here before me 
alone
Her eyes are cold and hard
I do not think she can see

I reach out my hand to touch her
To feel the warm blood in her cheeks
But her skin is a shimmering pale blue
And my fingers slip right through

There is nothing to see here.

And I'm still waiting for her
I'm still waiting for her to come
But I'm not sure she can breathe
I'm not so sure she can breathe without him


Waiting For Her

Collaboration between Cameron Smith (@cameronwtsmith), Spencer Hall (@can.vas), Adam Ward (@adamwxrd), and Mackenzie Brown (@ohelloitskenzie). Recorded in Spencer's Bedroom

Breaking Ties

Alize Jireh | The Same

Verse 1
I walk barefoot, the earth starts to sing, it whispers old truths through everything.
Mud wraps my limbs, it teaches me grace, my body belongs to this sacred place.

Verse 2
The willows guide me in sacred dance, my skin turns to sap in nature’s trance.
When rivers roar, I hear their plea, and plant hope gently, wild and free.

Chorus
I’m a root that trembles under skin, a wind that hums through leaf and limb.
Not just flesh I’m stone and flame, a dreaming earth that speaks my name.

Verse 3
Rain dresses me in ancient song, my pulse joins trees that grow strong.
The forest breathes when I draw near, and follows me like whispered cheer.

Chorus
I’m a root that trembles under skin, a wind that hums through leaf and limb.
Not just flesh I’m stone and flame, a dreaming earth that speaks my name.

Coda
When the world forgets its core,
I dance the soil I am its lore.

Story
Roots Beneath My Skin
In a valley hidden among misty mountains lived Maialen, a young woman who, since childhood, felt her body vibrate to the rhythm of the earth. When she walked barefoot through the forest, her feet seemed to absorb the whispers of the ground: the creaking of roots, the throbbing of mushrooms, the subterranean song of water.
Every dawn, Maialen buried herself up to her knees in the damp earth of the family garden. She said it awakened her muscles, that the earth taught her to move with purpose. Her grandmother, wise and silent, told her that the ancient baserritarras believed that the human body was an extension of the forest that bones were stone, blood sap, and breath wind.
One day, after a fierce storm, the nearby river changed course and began to erode the land. The neighbors feared for their crops, but Maialen approached the water, bent down, and buried her hands in the mud. She closed her eyes and listened. Then, guided by an ancestral intuition, she began planting willows in a spiral, as if weaving a vegetal song.
As the months passed, the willows slowed the erosion, and the river calmed. The elders said that Maialen had "dialogued with the earth," that her body had been a bridge between the landscape's pain and its healing.
From then on, whenever someone fell ill, Maialen took them to the forest. She taught them to breathe with the trees, to feel the pulse of the ground beneath their heels, to remember that the body doesn't end at the skin, but extends like a root, like a mist, like a song toward the earth that sustains us.

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Sonic Universe II

Roots Beneath My Skin IV

I made this song on a plane while traveling from NYC last year by recording vocals into voice memos on my phone. 

artwork by: shmoxd @ http://shmoxd.com/

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Words

Woke up, did some dishes, started this mashup, trimmed my beard, worked on the mashup, shaved my beard, touched up the mashup, shared naked face and mashup with the world. I don't mashup or show my naked face often so, you know...enjoy.

Alize Jireh | The Same

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